A writer friend popped up the other week, whom I haven’t seen in over 15 years. (We knew each other in New York City, and I left 10 years ago). She found me on the Facebook page of someone I don’t even know, but who wanted to “friend” me and seemed interesting, another writer. Jeanne is a wonderful writer, and I was delighted to hear from her. She promptly downloaded the Kindle version of my book and read it. Here is her lovely and very kind review:
“I met Judy Sandra in the early 1990s at the East Village apartment of writer/translator Ursule Molinaro. There, we sat around a table and read our stories – mostly tales of transgression and youthful exploration – aloud. Our workshop was more intimate than those held at The New School, NYU or the 92nd Street Y. We drank wine, smoked Gauloises, and got personal. The group eventually broke up, as writers groups do, and all we went our separate ways.
Now, almost 20 years later, a name pops up on a distant “friend’s” Facebook page. A name and a title. Memories return. I can barely wait to download Judy Sandra’s The Metal Girl on my Kindle. As I read it, I vaguely remember the night we critiqued one scene or another, or the night Judy hit on the book’s resonant title. Rather, I’m immersed in this story I remember as good, really good. Yet, it’s changed somehow – with time, it’s gotten even better.
The Metal Girl is an intriguing story, simply told, about a young woman’s wandering in a foreign country at an age (and in an era) when every meeting or confrontation was a clue to piecing together the essential self. The book is strikingly different from much of the other memoir/fiction I’ve read in that there’s not a single false note, not a moment of empty showmanship, self-mythologizing, or gratuitous sexuality. I notice after, not during, the writer’s command of language, how skilled she is at drawing me through Copenhagen, seeing it through the narrator’s eyes as I ache for her dilemmas. I think its pleasure lies in this character’s exploration of truths about human nature that are not just personal, but universal. Her internal life blossoms within me as I read it.
For a moving story-within-a-story, go to the writer’s website (http://jsmedia.wordpress.com/2010/01/28/the-reverend-the-house-church-the-novel-the-resurrection/) and read about The Metal Girl’s resurrection in a church basement. I highly recommend this book whose time, I feel, has finally come.”
To read Jeanne Dickey’s wonderful short stories, go to: http://www.fictionaut.com/users/jeanne-dickey